Twilight was the time that the customers started to poor into the fairly run down inn know as the Kaima Inn. It was a quaint place despite its outward apperance. This night was no different. A hazy kind of smoke filled the air from a dozen or more smoke pipes. Ale flew freely from flaggons. Coins were passed from one patron to another, either for pay or gamble. Mirth and happieness were heard from outside the inn as well as the inside. People of all sorts were in the inn tonight for it was the hight of trading season, travelers, merchants, and locals alike.

Durno'Ven aproched the inn just as the sun was setting. Already the merrriment was underway. He debated not to go into the inn. His half-demon heritage often cause people to be uncomfortable and fights tended to be centered around him. The smell of spiced potatoes and voices filled with mirth changed Durno'Ven's mind.

Durno'Ven opened the dooras quietly as possible and ducked in. A few pairs of eyes looked at him but soon turned away in disinterest. He could hide a lot behind his black cloak, but his massive size could not be shadowed. These people paid little mind to him though, for there was many more interesting things to look at, even though he was a giant half-demon.

He walked over and sat at a table near the back corner of the room. He leaned back agianst the wall, keeping his head some what down so that no one would see his demon taint. From this position he could see almost all of what went on in the room. Most of the people were just talking and enjoying themselves. Very few of the people glanced his way now, they were far to engroced with their conversations.

A small serving girl aproached him. She could not have seen twenty winters thought Durno'Ven. She had a wide eyed stare that was a mixture of fear and astonishment. By the time that she reached Durno'Ven she seemed had swallowed her fears, but the slight tremble of her hand showed the courage to be a masqurade.

"What do you want to drink," asked the girl, a slight tremble in her words.

Durno'Ven spoke in his deep baritone voice, trying to sound as calming as possible, "I will just have some water, thank you."

The girl looked around, "Are you sure that you do not want some ale or wine?"

"Water is ok, I would rather not lose myself to the drink," said Durno'Ven in the same soothing tone as before.

"Alright," whispered the girl, slowly walking off to get the water.

Durno'Ven smiled a sad smile under his cloak. His daunting size had that effect on most people. At least these people did not see his heritage. The last thing that Durno'Ven need was for a fight to break out with these common folk.

OOC: Tis' my first time here so if this was a closed topic or if I've yet to fill something out that needs filling, sorry. XD

IC:

"Really?" The short human asked, its blue head-fur as tousled as a flowerpot and twice as messy. Geis wasn't sure if it was a youngling- it might have been for all he knew about the strange, almost hairless race,- but he did know that it listened. A skill well worth its weight in gold.

The storyteller gravely nodded his head. "Indeed. If-"

"GEEEEEERRRRRRAAAAAALLLLLLD!" Both human and lupine winced.

"I've gotta go," the child said apologetically. Coldfur shrugged. "Perhaps some other time, then." He said lightly. The child nodded and then sprinted away, his shoes going clack-clack-clack each time the sole hit the ground. Dirty toes seemed to sprout and retreat with every passing motion, like some mutant version of a tongue and a mouth. Pondering over the oddity of a being with no fur, Geis tried to imagine such a constrictive garment around his paws and gave up. That would have to wait for another day.

Getting up, the lupine walked away from the town's center, leaving the small, quaint fountain that every town seemed to have as well as the bustle of night-vendors replacing the day and entering a quieter district. He dodged a few careless beasts- giant, brown, white or gray things that seemed to have forgotten common courtesy. He forgave them though- they seemed to be hard at work carrying these wooden box thingamaggigers and besides, most of them wore blinds. It was the most curious thing he had ever witnessed.

By and by, the lupine found himself before a wooden edifice. A wonderful aroma seemed to emanate from the very pores of the building and, without hesitating, he pushed forwards, through the small passage that they had somewhat awkwardly placed.

And met resistance. The air was denying him passage!

With a huff, the storyteller gave another vigorous push. The air still refused to budge. He considered bashing his way through, but from the few things the elders had mentioned, hitting things usually made life more complicated in the city-world. From the inside, a portly looking man was gesticulating vigorously and yelling... quietly. Wondering if the man had throat problems he listened and managed to catch:

"Blasted mutt... wind... graaaaah... somebody..."

With a surprise approaching amusement Geis watched as part of the building opened outwards. He had heard of such things before... doors they were called. A massive human stood there.

"Get in mutt." The man growled.

"As you please." Geis answered politely, debating the merits of a human femur versus a human skull in his head as he walked past the small giant.

After crossing the threshold he remembered his manners and curtsied. Thrice. And bowed twice for good measure.

Spotting another small giant, the lupine took this to be a sign of some sort. Or perhaps it was just the presence of empty seats or a smell... a vaguely familiar scent that he recalled ever so faintly. People were staring, but he didn't mind. No doubt his excellent facsimile of human culture had them overawed.

"Hello." He said, reaching the extremely large human.

OCC: No problem, I figured that I would wait for a week for someone to answer that. Thank You,

IC:

Durno'Ven looked up a the figure who had just greeted him. He was short, covered in snowy fur from head to foot, tail included. He was a canine walking on his hind legs and speaking in the common tounge. He was a lupine, Durno'Ven figured all of this out with in a few seconds of the glance.

The problem was that Durno'Ven did not know much about the canine race of bipedals. He had to fight a few, but he ahd never known much about the race. How they acted with other beings, especially with humans who could be so quick to hate someone who was not one of there own. Not to mention Durno'Ven's own social fears. Did he really want to talk with the lupine in front of him?

Durno'Ven decided that the figure in front of him bore him no ill will. He was short for a lupine, probably a young adventurer or trader. And what kind of person would he be if he did not show the kindness to this lupinous figure that he and the Goddess had shown him?

"Hello," said Durno'Ven, using the same soothing tone that he had used with the barmaid, "would you care for a seat good friend?" He motioned at the chair next to him, his giant hand showing. Durno'Ven brought it back quickly, fearing that the humans would notice his long, sharp claws or the red and black color disfigurations on his hand.

The barmaid was coming back towards the table ans she seemed even more perplexed than before. The water skin that she was holding by the starp swayed back in forth with her steps.

Durno'Ven tilted his head towards the lupine, looking at his eyes. He could be albe to see mine too, thought Durno'Ven. "You should get something to drink and stay awhile," said Durno'Ven, "the young barmaid is coming back and she told me that the ale and wine are fairly popluar, although I never touch the stuff."

Durno'Ven reguarded the lupine with awe. Of all the beings to run into at an inn, I get the kindest one, he thought. "Oh dear, it seems that I have forgotten my manners, my name is Durno'Ven. What would yours be?" asked Durno'Ven, blushing underneath his cloak.

"Thanks." Geis said, trying to hurriedly remember what a seat was. He assumed it was the thing that the human was sitting on- but he may have been wrong. It might be the round, wooden thing that was supposed to have the food on it. He examined both and decided that, since no one else was sitting on the actual wooden, table thing he had to follow their customs.

He took a seat.

"Geis Coldfur." He replied simply to Durno'ven's introduction, gesturing towards himself- and accidentally got sidetracked by a new, metallic smell. He glared suspiciously at the parnaphenalia that seemed to serve as an introduction to the meal. He saw the need for the implements that held drinks (he had always wondered how city-folk got water if it didn't rain) but the round metal things? What were they called again? Spoons?

He shivered in distaste. Those things could poke out a tooth if you weren't careful. He wouldn't trust them any further than he could... throw them. Or something. He mentally shrugged. City aphorisms were just weird.

Sitting down at the proffered seat he let his mind review the conversation and then, realized somewhat lately, that he was missing some key vocabulary.

"What is this... 'ale'? And 'wine?'"